Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2005 03:28:07 +0000
From: Hector Oppenheimer
Subject: Superman Suck Slave (Ch.12) (MMMMM/M, Oral, NC, Celeb)
The following story is the twelveth chapter of a fantasy story involving
the Man of Steel. It involves oral sex performed by the Superhero upon
males on Earth. The acts of fellatio by Superman are not voluntary. If
this subject matter offends, then stop reading this post now. Superman and
some characters are trademarks of and copyright of DC Comics.
Superman Suck Slave (Ch.12) (MMMMM/M, Oral, NC, Celeb)
Momentarily setting aside the notepad on which he had been scribbling, Dr.
Naguib looked downwards at the head that was rhythmically bobbing up and
down on his crotch. "Uh, Superman," said the Egyptian doctor as he
extracted his stiff flesh obelisk from the reluctant mouth of the Luthor
organization's pet cocksucker.
"Yes?" replied the kneeling hunk, his eyes fixed on the hard phallus which
glistened from the light reflected by its coating of Kryptonian saliva.
"I'm not going to have a conversation with the top of your head!" exclaimed
the smiling physician, thoroughly amused by the fact that the Man of Steel
had not taken his eyes off of Nagiub's rigid Egyptian fuck pump. "Damn,
you are such a shameless cocksucker!" exclaimed Luthor's physician as he
slowly and deliberately moved his cock from side to side like a metronome
while watching the Man of Steel's eyes track its every movement. "I should
talk to Lex about changing your name to `mamhoon' -- that's Arabic for
`faggot'! What do you say mamhoon?" asked Naguib as he grabbed Superman by
the chin; and forced his head upwards. "Should we change your name to
`Mamhoon,' my little faggot friend?"
"Yes, doctor. Whatever you want. Mamhoon is fine. That's what I am,"
sighed the kneeling Kryptonian hunk, his voice tinged with frustration, as
he anxiously glanced downward at the feast that was so tantalizingly close.
"Just let me finish sucking you off.
Please," answered Superman as he opened his mouth and began swooping
downwards towards the bullet-like head which had been lodged in his throat
moments earlier.
"Whoa! In a minute my little mamhoon; in a minute," snapped Naguib as he
reacted to Superman's attempt to re-engulf his rigid organ. "Don't worry,
you'll have this wedged in that hot little throat of yours soon enough,"
said the smug doctor as he tantalized the cock craving Superhero by rubbing
the warm head of his dick just underneath Superman's lower lip. "You
really have to learn to exercise a bit more self-control," chuckled the
doctor as he released his cock allowing it to snap away from Superman's
face. "Now, just lean back a bit and hear me out."
Realizing that the only way he was going to be allowed to wrap his powerful
lips around the Egyptian's reproductive organ was by listening to what the
doctor had to say, the Man of Steel reluctantly leaned back; tore his eyes
away from the dick he so dearly desired; and forced himself to look upwards
towards the Egyptian doctor's face.
"I don't know if you are aware of the fact that I am an amateur
statistician," continued Naguib as he picked up the notepad. "I like to
fool around with numbers. And I've made some interesting calculations."
"Do you realize that have just completed your sixth year of outstanding
service as our in-house cum dump?
"No," came the impatient reply from below.
"I'd didn't think so," chuckled Naguib. "How does that old adage go? Ah
yes. `Time flies when you're having fun!' Heh, heh, heh.. Yes, Superman,
you've been sucking cock for six years. You've had more dicks in your
mouth in six years than most faggots have in a lifetime. To say that
you're are world class cocksucker would be an understatement. You've spent
more time on your knees than a priest does in a lifetime! I mean you are
in a league of your own. You truly are a champion cocksucker!" exclaimed
the doctor as he glanced down at Superman.
"Every champion usually has someone who keeps his statistics," continued
Naguib. "Well, I've taken on that responsibility, and I must say, that
your stats should be in a record book. I've been doing some calculations
which you may find to be very interesting. As a matter of fact, these are
numbers that should make you very proud!" continued Naguib as he reached
down and mussed the Man of Steel's hair.
"Just bear with me," said Naguib "and listen to this. The average
ejaculation for a human male is 3 milliliters, and the average number of
sperm in a 3 milliliter ejaculation is 60 million. The average number of
real men you fellate each day is around one dozen. That means on any given
day you consume 36 milliliters, or 1.22 ounces of cum containing
approximately 720 million sperm. Now if we project that out on a yearly
basis, factoring in for leap years, your annual semen consumption is
approximately 14 quarts, or slightly over 13 liters. Contained within
those 14 quarts are approximately 263 billion sperm. I am impressed! In
one year you eat more sperm than there are people on this entire planet!
Now, all I have to do is multiply by six and .... wait a minute. Yup,
You've swallowed more than 84 quarts, hmmm that's 78 liters, of cum since
you joined us. That's nearly 1.6 trillion sperm! Don't you find that
amazing?" Naguib asked as he looked down on the kneeling Man of Steel.
"Yes," replied a noticeably peeved Superman, as he fidgeted about on his
knees while glancing continuously at Naguib's cock. "Now, may I please go
back to sucking your dick?"
"Why? Are you that anxious to add another 60 million sperm to your tally?"
asked the grinning Egyptian physician as he wrapped his fist around his
cock and started to slowly stroke it.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I've busted your chops enough. I was just having
some fun with you. Listen, Superman, your father, Jor-El, would be very
proud of you. You truly are fulfilling the purpose for which you were
born. I suspect that even your human foster parents, Jonathan and Martha
Kent, would beam with unabashed pride if they could see you now and learn
of what you've been doing for the past six years. Hell, I bet your friends
in high school would be proud of you as well. You never did get to suck
off any of the guys in high school did you, Superman?
"No," Superman replied softly. "I didn't know of my true orientation until
Mr. Luthor and you guys showed me."
"That's a damn shame, my little mamhoon," said Naguib as he gently ran a
finger across Superman's right cheek. "Guys in high school are on
testosterone overload and walk around all day sprouting hard ons. Think of
all those cocks you could have been sucking. You would have been in boner
heaven. You would have been the most sought after guy in school, and the
unofficial mascot for every varsity team. I can only imagine the fun you
would have had with the football team on an overnight away game. Oh, well,
there's no use crying over spilled milk, or in your case spilled cum.
Well, let's just see if we can help make up for what you missed in high
school," chuckled the doctor as he pushed Superman's head down into his
lap.
"It's all your's, cocksucker."
As the doctor released his cock and watched it instantly disappear from
sight into the dick craving maw of the Man of Steel, he laughed quietly to
himself. Even though he had been dumping cum into the Man of Steel's mouth
on a regular basis over the past six years, Naguib still got a special
thrill out of watching the handsome Kryptonian hunk shamelessly debase
himself on his cock. It was the ultimate power trip for the Egyptian
physician to know that he could bring the most formidably powerful man on
the planet to his knees merely by unzipping his fly. "All of the
incredible powers of the Man of Steel were unable to withstand the
intoxicating lure of my cock," thought Naguib as he looked down at his
crotch and watched the base of his turgid organ disappear and reappear from
Superman's mouth.
"See if you can make this blowjob last a while, cocksucker, and I'll see if
I can give you a big load today," remarked the doctor as he reached down
and lazily scratched his nuts. "A nice big load will help you get your
numbers up!" he exclaimed as Naguib spread his legs; put his hands behind
his head; nestled his back deeper in the chair, closed his eyes, and
surrendered his cock to the indescribably pleasurable oral services of Lex
Luthor's subservient whore.
Grateful that the conversation had finally ended and anxious to feed on
another load of the creamy white dicksauce he craved, Superman increased
the speed at which his lips were traveling up and down the length of the
hard Egyptian phallus; unleashed a skilled lingual attack on the organ's
thick head; and increased the suction he was applying to the proud
reproductive organ. The moans of pleasure emanating from the real male he
was servicing told him that he was sucking this dick just the right way.
Fifteen minutes later, after several pauses to allow the rutting Egyptian
male to ease back from the edge of an orgasm, the cum-craving Man of Steel
recognized the tell-tale signs that the stiff cock around which his lips
were wrapped had passed the point of no return and was about to ejaculate
hot semen into his mouth. He immediately increased the suction he was
applying to the rigid organ.
"Aw, fuck, cocksucker, here it comes," groaned Naguib as he pulled his cock
out of Superman's throat and wedged its head just inside his Kryptonian
cocksucker's lips. A few seconds later the cum-hungry Man of Steel added
another 60 million sperm to his consumption ledger when his dick-pleasing
tongue was rewarded with a series of intense semen blasts from the doctor's
well-sucked phallus. The Luthor organization's superhuman cum receptacle
kept his lips firmly wrapped around the hard male organ until it finally
stopped ejaculating semen across the surface of his tongue. After rolling
his tongue around in the gooey dicksauce in order to fully savor the warm
load of Egyptian goo, the subjugated Kryptonian hunk moaned softly before
eagerly swallowing the entire load. After looking upwards for a sign of
approval from the doctor, Luthor's debased trollop then started to
carefully cleanse the softening organ with his well-practiced tongue.
The Man of Steel's skillful cock cleaning ritual and the state of bliss
into which the doctor had drifted were abruptly brought to an end when the
door to Naguib's office unexpectedly flew open.
"Damn! Sorry doc! I didn't realize you were feeding the pig," chortled
the now 25 year old star reporter for the Daily Planet, Gunnar Adolphson as
be barged into Dr. Naguib's office, carrying a cloth bag under one arm.
"I was looking for our little pussyboy and was told he was here. Did he do
a good job? Hope he didn't leave any cum stains on your shorts. He missed
a drop from me the other day and I got reamed out when my girlfriend found
a cum stain on my shorts. Boy was she pissed. I told her that I had
jerked off thinking about her, and that kinda cooled her down. Ya gotta
pay attention to detail, ya little faggot!" exclaimed the grinning Swedish
hunk as he watched Superman reinsert the head of Naguib's cock into his
mouth for a final cum cleansing suck before respectfully placing the
doctor's dick back in his pants.
"Sorry Gunnar," replied the Man of Steel as he licked his lips and
swallowed the last droplets of the Egyptian's semen. "Cum is a terrible
thing to waste. I think you should punish me by making me suck you off
again and again until I get it right," snickered the kneeling Kryptonian
hunk as he playfully reached for Gunnar's crotch.
"Hey, cut that out." responded cocky blond stud as he jumped backwards away
from Superman's cock seeking hand. "I got a date tonight. I'll let you
have this tomorrow," he said lewdly grabbing himself.
"I'll hold you to that promise," replied the Man of Steel as he used his
x-ray vision to take a long, lust-filled look at the object of his desires
nestled inside of Gunnar's shorts.
"Stop that," an exasperated Gunnar snapped when he realized what Superman
was doing. "What am I going to have to do, get lead underwear? Damn! You
are absolutely shameless. What a fucking cockhound."
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," interjected the grinning Man of Steel. "Are you
going to use a condom tonight? If you do, would you bring it back for me
when you're done fucking her? It would be a sin to just toss it in the
trash," continued the debauched Superhero as he once again fixed his eyes
onto Gunnar's crotch and lewdly licked his lips.
"You're absolutely shameless!" exclaimed the Swedish hunk. "What a fucking
pig! I'm not going to carry around a used scumbag just so you can have a
midnight snack."
"If you don't want a blowjob, and you won't bring me your used rubber when
you're done humping some broad, then why were you looking for me?" Superman
asked as he looked with lust and awe into the eyes of the male who loomed
over him.
"I have to introduce you to the newest members of the organization,"
replied Gunnar as he stared down at the subservient Superhunk who at one
time had struck fear and terror in the hearts of the men of the Luthor
organization. "Well actually the newest members would like to introduce
you to their `members,' to be precise," laughed the smirking Swede as he
watched his favorite cocksucker's face light up as the Man of Steel slowly
got up off of his knees.
"Oh yeah? Really? How many? Where are they?" asked the obsequious
Kryptonian cockhound as he exaggeratedly ran his tongue across his upper
lip.
"They're in one of the smaller conference rooms right now," Gunnar replied.
"They're watching porno flicks."
"Great!" exclaimed the Man of Steel as he eagerly strode forward. "Have
you seen their cocks?"
"No, I haven't seen their cocks!" replied the 25 year old, feigning extreme
indignation. "I'm sure you'll love them. Have you ever found a cock that
you didn't like to suck?"
"No," replied the Man of Steel as he quickly extended his hand and
reverently caressed Gunnar's package. "But there are some that I like more
than others!" he exclaimed as he caught the young Swedish stud's eye and
winked..
"I told you, tomorrow. You can suck me off tomorrow," replied the younger
male firmly as he gripped Superman's hand and removed it from his
crotch. "Come on. We gotta go."
As Luthor's perpetually cock hungry male whore moved towards Dr. Naguib's
door, his path was unexpectedly blocked by Gunnar's no longer lanky frame,
having acquired a bit more heft and muscle over the past few years.
"Before you meet them, ya gotta put this on," continued the masterful Swede
as he reached into the cloth bag and produced the Man of Steel's trademark
outfit.
"Can't I just go in naked and suck `em off?" asked Superman as he warily
eyed the no longer comfortable garment. "Heck, I'd even wear that frilly
pink ballerina's tutu that you and Wu Chao made me wear one night when I
sucked you off."
"Nah, you know the drill," replied Gunnar as he tried to appear sympathetic
to Superman's request. "The first time you blow new guys you have to wear
the outfit. Unlike yourself and the rest of us, some of the new members of
the organization have a difficult time accepting the fact that you are
nothing more than a lowly cocksucker. Who can blame them? The media,
thanks to those highly publicized, carefully choreographed, crime-busting
missions we send you on, has them and the rest of the world bamboozled into
believing that you're some kind of all-powerful Superhero. Once they have
their dicks in your mouth and dump a few loads down your throat, that silly
myth of you being some kind of awesome superstud is permanently debunked.
There's just no way that a guy can be in awe of you, or fear you, or even
respect you while you're on your knees chowing down on his dick. Having
your lips wrapped around their cocks while you're wearing that silly flying
pansy outfit totally eradicates the effects of all that Man of Steel PR
that spews out of the media. I know that you don't like wearing this, but
you have to wear it today. Don't worry, once you've sucked them off you
can take it off, unless of course they want you to keep it on. In any case
the fact that you're going to be allowed to suck two new cocks today will
make wearing it worth while."
"Whatever you say, Gunnar," replied the obedient Man of Steel as he took
the outfit from the 25 year blond and changed into it literally in a blink
of an eye. Seconds later the formidable looking Kryptonian hunk was
eagerly following his young Swedish master down the hall.
After a ride up the elevator and a walk down the hallway, Gunnar and the
Man of Steel went through the doorway that marked the one area of the
complex where Superman was allowed unrestricted access -- that portion of
the floor which contained his doorless bedroom along with other rooms,
offices, bathrooms and storage closets into which Lex's men would regularly
haul the hapless Superhero for a blowjob.
As they were about to enter the final segment of the hallway before it
connected with the conference room, the Man of Steel's supersensitive ears
began to pick up the sounds of male voices. There were definitely several
men involved in the conversation, and at least two of the voices sounded
familiar. As he continued to listen he immediately recognized one of the
voices as that of the Italo-Irish, ex-US Navy SEAL, Collin Umberto. A
second voice was also very familiar to the Man of Steel, but he was at a
total loss as to the name of man to whom it belonged. He hadn't heard the
voice recently, but definitely had heard it before. It really bothered the
perplexed Superhunk that he couldn't place the second voice.
As Gunnar and Superman turned the corner of the hallway outside of the Man
of Steel's bedroom, the Kryptonian hunk immediately recognized the hairy
chested Italo-Irish hunk who had played such a critical role in dethroning
the Man of Steel, but was frustrated to see that the owner of the other
familiar voice had his back to the doorway. "Who the hell is that?"
Superman asked himself.
Seconds later the mystery was solved.
"Hello, you miserable fucking faggot" snarled the familiar voice in words
tinged with anger and contempt. "I guess you never thought you'd see me
again, did you cocksucker?" snarled the deep male voice as its owner turned
around to face the Man of Steel.
A look of total astonishment swept across Superman's face as he came face
to face with the brawny, grey eyed, blond haired seaman he had forcibly
fellated on board the Star of Nyasa years earlier -- the ship's machinist
Jerzy Pilsudski. The shock of coming face to face with the man Superman
had raped with his mouth -- once on board the Star of Nyasa, and a second
time when he had dumped the unconscious Polish hunk onto the bed of a
sleazy motel on the outskirts of Honolulu -- caused the Superhero to stagger
backwards and bury his face in his hands.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry" babbled the nearly incoherent Man of Steel as he
collided with Gunnar. "Please forgive me. I tried to explain.
...couldn't help myself. It just came over me. I didn't know," continued
Superman as he fell to his knees in front of Gunnar and looked pleadingly
into the Swede's blue eyes. "Please, Gunnar, please. Please tell him the
truth. Please! Help me!"wailed the guilt-wracked hunk from Krypton as he
groveled at the feet of the nephew of the woman who had betrayed him.
The expression of anger on the face of the 30 year old Pole was replaced
with one of utter amazement as he watched the Superhero who had sexually
assaulted him fall to his knees and pathetically plead for help.
"I told you he wasn't anything to worry about," Collin whispered to Jerzy.
"That whole Man of Steel bit is simply a pretense. It's all for show.
This guy's nothing more than a cocksucker. He's like one of those creeps
who stares at your dick when you're in the lockerroom at the gym. What he
did to you on that ship was a freak incident. He was like hormone-crazed
adolescent trying to deal with his sexuality, and you just happened to be
walking out of the shower with your dick hanging out when his hormones
kicked in. That was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a hungry
dog, or in your case a Polish sausage. I mean this faggot swallows cum
like you or your old man drink vodka. As I'm sure you remember, the only
thing our little pussy wanted on that ship was your dick in his mouth. He
didn't try to fuck you or get you to suck him off, now did he?"
The stunned Pole just shook his head.
"That's right. What we have here is Earth's most powerful bottom feeder.
You can't stop him with a bullet, but whip out that Polish cock of yours,
and that flying faggot will do anything you want. Go ahead. Try it."
When the Polish hunk -- who still carried psychological wounds caused by
Superman's oral assault --hesitated, the now 40 year old ex-US Navy SEAL,
grabbed Jerzy by the shoulders; shook him; stared into his eyes; and in a
deep voice said "You gotta do this man. You have to let go of that anger.
It's eating you up. It took us a long time to find you and bring you into
the organization. You have to deal with this. Now, pull out your cock and
watch that sniveling faggot suck on it like a cheap street whore. This is
your fucking magic wand," said Collin as he grabbed a hold of Jerzy's
crotch. "Now pull it out and turn him into a fairy princess. Do it now!"
the ex-Navy hunk growled as he released his grip. "Feed that faggot."
"Superman!" barked Collin. "Stop sniveling and get over here in front of
my new friend. Keep those eyes lowered! The only thing you need to see is
his cock. Yeah, that's right. Jerzy here is going to show you that he's a
much bigger man than you'll ever hope to be."
As the shaken up Man of Steel scrambled around on his knees, shifting from
Gunnar's feet to those of the Polish stud, Collin decided to take over. In
a booming voice the long-time veteran of the Luthor organization ordered
the submissive, eye-averting Man of Steel to "lower that stud's zipper, and
take out his dick."
The distraught Superhero obediently submitted to the demands of the ex-Navy
SEAL and gripped the tab on the Polish hunk's zipper; pulled it down; and
gently inserted his hand into the fly of the Pole's underwear. Within
seconds the blond Polish hunk felt his cock once again in the eager hand of
the Man of Steel. His whole frame shuddered as he remembered Superman's
merciless assault on board the Star of Nyasa, when the Man of Steel had
forcibly fellated him. The feelingss of rage and helplessness that he
experienced that terrible day returned to him as he once again stared down
and saw the very symbol of his manhood in the hands of the perverted Man of
Steel.
As the debased Superhero stared at the thick, hefty, wide-headed symbol of
heterosexuality just inches away from his tongue-moistened lips, the craven
cocksucker's mind was flooded with images of the first time he had savored
the generous supply of sperm stew it produced. At that time the Man of
Steel had bound the naked Polish sailor through holes punched in the walls
of the ship's shower. Superman's devouring of the Polish dicksauce had
been without the consent of the well-build machinist. While the
cocksucking son of Krypton had been truly remorseful for his criminal
sexual assault on the merchant seaman, and had even confessed to Luthor's
doctors to forcible fellating Jerzy, that remorse was starting to dissipate
as the depraved cockhound saw an opportunity to appease this hot Polish
stud and to demonstrate the power and control his former victim now
exercised over him.
"Now, kiss that cock! Show my man here how much you need it. Make love to
that dickhead, cocksucker" Collin ordered as the assembled males all looked
down at Luthor's eager to comply, suck slave.
"Get you're faggot hands off me!" yelled the blond haired hunk as he
stepped back freeing his cock from Superman's grip. Before Collin, Gunnar
and the other startled males in the room could begin to react, the enraged
merchant ship machinist lifted his foot up to the center of Superman's
chest, and shoved the Man of Steel backwards onto the floor.
"Stay there, you fucking queer!" snarled the livid 36 year old male, as he
advanced towards his former rapist who now lay sprawled on his back on the
floor. "You want what comes outta my dick? Is that it, faggot? Is that
what you want, you fucking scumbag?" he bellowed. "Well, here faggot.
I'll give you exactly what you want!"
With that the sneering Pole straddled the unresisting Man of Steel's chest
with his feet; pointed his flaccid cock at Superman's face; and unleashed a
flood of urine in between the eyes of the stunned Superhero.
As the stream of human waste water blasted into Superman's face; the Man of
Steel found himself automatically shutting both his eyes and his mouth.
Although the urine couldn't hurt him, there was some infinitesimal remnant
of male ego still lurking in the recesses of Superman's mind that had
activated in a desperate attempt to preserve some fragment of dignity.
"Open your fucking mouth, you cocksucking faggot! Look at me!" yelled the
enraged Polish hunk when he saw Superman's reaction. "Do it now, you
pathetic worm! You wanted what comes outta my dick? Well, you're gonna
have it. Open them now!
Although the Man of Steel had been forced to submit to the emasculating
degradation of being used as a pisspig by several of Luthor's associates in
the past, the vanquished son of Kyrpton was too terrified to even think
about disobeying the humiliating demands of the angry Pole.
Six years ago when the Luthor's henchmen had succeeded in completely
breaking the Man of Steel, Superman had totally surrendered his masculinity
and unquestionably accepted Luthor's dictum that he was and always would be
nothing more than a lowly, contemptible cocksucker. The mind-fucked
Superhero had made a solemn vow to himself of total submission to the will
of the men of Lex Luthor's association. Total and unquestioning obedience
to the debasing sexual demands of Luthor's men was virtually the only way
that the Man of Steel could receive any kind of positive feedback or praise
from the criminals who so completely dominated him. In the hellish world
of depravity into which Luthor had dragged this symbol of virtue, being
called "a good little faggot" while on his knees fellating a smirking gang
member was viewed by the Man of Steel as effusive praise. There was simply
no demand that Superman would refuse to obey lest he risk incurring wrath
of these males. As soon as he heard "open your fucking mouth" the
urine-soaked Man of Steel immediately opened his mouth and eyes, and stared
into the face which loomed above the cascading stream of urine.
"That's better, faggot," snarled the 36 year old Pole contemptuously as he
began to direct his stream of hot piss into Superman's open mouth, eyes and
nose. Soon rivulets of Polish piss began to leak out of Superman's
nostrils as the vile liquid flooded his sinuses and then poured back down
his nostrils. The Man of Steel's entire forehead was soaking wet as the
nasty fluid splashed out of his eye sockets and soaked the surrounding
skin.
But it was Superman's mouth that received the bulk of the of the flood
which poured out of the blond hunk's cock.
"You are fucking pathetic" said the contemptuous 36 year old as he watched
Superman begin to swallow the piss Jerzy's cock was spewing into his mouth.
"I wonder what your fucking public would think if they could see you now,
Superman; swallowing piss? You're nothing more than a flying urinal. I
can't believe I actually admired you. What a fucking asshole I was,"
snapped the agitated machinist as he finished emptying the contents of his
bladder onto the Man of Steel, and then flicked the final droplets off his
cock onto the soaking wet Superhero.
Still holding his cock while towering over the piss reeking Kryptonian
hunk, the disgusted Polish male looked down at his former rapist with utter
contempt. "My friend Collin here tells me that as a condition of
employment, I am supposed to feed you a load of cum from time to time," he
said while angrily shaking his cock at the Man of Steel who was in the
process of swallowing the last quantities of the Polish piss that had
defiled his mouth. "Isn't that right, Collin? asked Jerzy as he turned
towards the group of men who had silently witnessed the piss shower he had
unleashed onto the kneeling hunk.
"Yup!" answered Collin.
"That's correct," added in Gunnar, who was still trying to deal with the
outpouring of intense hatred he had just witnessed.
"Fine! You want a load of cum, faggot? Well, I'm going to give you a load
of cum. But you're never gonna have your faggy lips on my dick again,"
Jerzy continued as he started to masturbate. "It won't take me too long to
work up a nice load for ya. That's what you want, isn't it cocksucker?
You want my load? Answer me!!!"
"Yes, sir," came the soft reply as the humiliated and fearful Man of Steel
watched the 36 year old's phallus gradually elongate and harden in response
to the skillful manipulations of its owner.
For the next few minutes while the scornful Polish male defiantly stroked
himself in front of the Man of Steel, the other males in the group started
talking amongst themselves to kill time until the Pole was ready to
ejaculate.
"How in the world did you find him?" asked Gunnar as he leaned over to talk
to Collin.
"It wasn't easy. After Superman confessed to what he had done to Jerzy on
the Star of Nyasa, we contacted some associates in Hawaii. They were
unable to find any trace of him. Superman had destroyed all the ship's
records so there was no way for us to get an address for him. We kept an
eye on the company that had owned the Star of Nyasa, but Pilsudski had been
so traumatized by the whole incident, that he never went back to work for
them.
We eventually found him through a private detective who had an in with
the Honolulu cops. Jerzy apparently went to them after the attack and told
them what had happened. They laughed in his face and dismissed him as a
nutcase. They did remember that he lived in Canada, which is where we
eventually tracked him down. Lex didn't want any loose ends lying around
from that incident. We offered Pilsudski a job at a nice fat salary, and
he took it. Did you see the look on Superman's face when he saw him? I
thought he was going to shit himself." said Collin.
"Yeah," replied the blond Swedish hunk as he turned back to watch the
masturbating Pole. "I haven't seen that look on our little cocksucker's
face for a long, long time. I'm glad you found this guy. Having him
around will be just another reminder to Superman of how pathetic a creature
he really is."
For the angrily masturbating Polish hunk the events of the past few minutes
had been absolutely cathartic. The feelings of powerlessness and
helplessness which had haunted him for the past six years were being
rapidly purged from his system as he avenged himself against Superman.
Having the Man of Steel groveling at his feet while slavishly submitting to
a piss shower was just what Jerzy needed to begin to repair the horrific
damage that Superman's sexual assault had done to the Pole's pysche. When
the masturbating machinist noticed that the kneeling Man of Steel was
throwing a hard on in anticipation of the blond hunk's ejaculation, he
almost became gleeful with contempt.
"I see you're getting hard just thinking about swallowing another load of
my cum, aren't ya, faggot? observed the stroking hunk, his voice tinged
with contempt, as he increased the speed at which his hand was sliding up
and down his rigid organ. "Well, it won't be much longer, faggot. You'll
get your fucking load, even though you don't deserve it."
"Thank you" came the barely audible reply as the Man of Steel focused
intently on the hard cock as it verged on the edge of orgasm.
A minute and a half later, the masturbating blond hunk's body shook and
shuddered as he finally went over the edge and began spewing semen in front
of Luthor's debased sex slave and Luthor's henchmen.
"Stay where you are, faggot!" yelled the ejaculating 36 year old when he
saw Superman move his head towards the end of his cum jettisoning
reproductive organ. "You can have my cum when I say you can have it," he
said breathlessly as his cock continued to fire sperm laden goo into the
air.
The Pole had deliberately aimed his erupting organ to the side of Superman
so that the rich white cream it was producing would land into a puddle of
cooling urine created during his initial piss attack on the Man of Steel.
Everyone in the room, especially the frustrated Superhero, watched as the
ropey strings of hot jizz flew out of Jerzy's urethra; arched gracefully
into the air; and landed with a splash in the urine pool. It was only
after his orgasm had fully subsided and he had slowly and deliberately
squeezed the last few drops of his sperm rich semen into the urine and cum
collection, before stirring the male stew with the bottom of his left foot,
that the smug Polish hunk finally gave Luthor's cum-hungry slut the go
ahead.
Slowly raising his left foot until the bottom of his shoe was roughly
parallel to Superman's face, the triumphant machinist said, "Clean it off,
bitch!" as he stared into the eyes of Lex's whore.
Meekly extending his powerful Kyrptonian tongue, the debased Man of Steel
began to quietly lap the semen and urine mixture from the bottom of the
shoe. Grateful to be allowed to once again taste the hot jizz he had once
stolen from Jerzy's cock, the depraved Superhero obediently and
enthusiastically cleansed the bottom of the Polish hunk's shoe of every
trace of the viscous mixture.
When he was satisfied that Superman had ingested every drop of the vile
mixture, the smirking male pointed to the piss and cum puddle on the floor,
and said "lap it up, pussyboy. I want you on all fours, and I want to see
that tongue of yours in action. I want that floor to shine when you're
done with it. On your hands and knees, faggot! Lap up those man juices!"
As Gunnar, Collin and the other males looked on in amusement, the once
dominant male on the planet obediently got on his hands and knees and began
to lap up the rapidly cooling mess. Ten minutes lately the entire
disgusting mixture, along with a few errant pools of piss, had been licked
up and transferred to the stomach of the Luthor organization's servile
whore.
Turning towards Collin the Polish machinist said "I hope that makes Mr.
Luthor happy."
Looking back down at the debased Man of Steel, the contemptuous male spit
in Superman's face and declared "I did that for Mr. Luthor; not you. Maybe
next time I'll jerk off in the toilet and see if you can drink the whole
fucking bowl. I'm outta here," he concluded as he turned away from the
prone Superhero and headed out of the room.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the silence of the room was broken
when Gunnar observed "Well, that went well!" triggering howls of laughter
from the other males who had witnessed Superman's reunion with his rape
victim.
Uncertain of what to do, and fearful of offending any of Luthor's henchmen,
the Man of Steel remained on all fours while the other men in the room
continued to enjoy the laugh session Gunnar's remarks had triggered.
It was only after Superman heard the phrase "Okay, Collin, who's next?"
that the Man of Steel felt safe enough to raise his head from the floor and
return to his knees.
"I am," came the reply from a man standing next to Collin. "I get the next
shot at the cocksucker."
Turning his head towards the sound of that unfamiliar voice, the Man of
Steel found himself looking up into the grinning face of tall, dark haired
male. The man appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He
was over six feet tall, had dark grey eyes and looked like he needed a
shave. He had a fairly muscular build and seemed to be carrying a hefty
sized package judging from the bulge in the front of his well-worn jeans.
"Michael; this is Superman. Superman; this is Michael -- Michael O'Bannion
to be specific" continued Collin as he led the tall hunk towards the
kneeling Man of Steel. "As you've just seen, Superman is our in-house
cocksucker. He's sort of our own flying faggot who sucks us off whenever
he can get the chance. I know that you've seen all the television reports
of him flying around the world fighting for truth, justice and the American
way; but in reality that is all a myth. In many ways Superman is a charity
case under the protection of Lex Luthor. Under Mr. Luthor's orders we
keep this faggot's true nature hidden from the public and do our best to
feed his insatiable appetite for cock. I mean this cocksucker goes through
dick like a horde of locusts goes through a wheat field. I've never seen
anything like it. Isn't that right Superman? asked Collin.
"Yes," replied the disheveled Kyrptonian hunk as he look over the newest
member of Luthor's organization. "I love to suck cock. It's the whole
reason that I was sent to this planet in the first place. I didn't realize
that for quite a number of years until Lex came along and explained things
to me. By the way, that's a nice slab of meat you're carrying in those
jeans. I'll show it the respect it deserves when I blow you, " Superman
volunteered after he had activated his x-ray vision and checked out the new
hunk's package.
"Stop that you shameless faggot," interrupted Gunnar as he pushed the Man
of Steel back onto the floor. Show some respect for the man. He did the
same thing to me a little while ago when I was bringing him here to suck
you off. He keeps using that damn x-ray vision of his to check out my
joint"
"That's okay," declared the smiling Irish-American hunk as he confidently
strolled up to the Man of Steel; cupped his right hand under his crotch;
and said "He can check this out as much as he wants. I suspect that he
won't being seeing it that often since I intend to have it spend a lot of
time wedged in his pretty little throat."
"Then he's all your's Michael, replied Gunnar. "Just whip it out and feed
him his supper."
"Thanks Gunnar. But if it's okay with you and Collin, I'd like to clean
this faggot up a bit before I face fuck him. I like a blowjob as much as
the next guy, but I'm really not into getting sucked off by a guy who's
soaking wet and reeking of piss. Jerzy did a real job on him. If you
don't mind, I'd like to take this flying homo to a shower; hose him down;
and then blow a load down his throat."
"It's okay with me, Michael. How about you Collin? Gunnar asked.
"Are you sure that you can handle him on your own?" Collin asked.
"No problem," replied Michael confidently. "After seeing what Jerzy did to
him I know I'll have no problem keeping this little gay boy in line.
Besides, look at his face," continued Michael as he gestured towards
Superman. "He hasn't taken his eyes off of my crotch for the last five
minutes. You want this don't you, cocksucker?" laughed Michael as he
looked down at Superman. Without waiting for an answer, the confident
Michael replied, "You bet he does. I don't think I'll have any trouble
with this pansy. Come on boy. Get off your knees and let's take a walk.
The sooner we clean you up; the sooner you'll be able to wrap those pretty
little lips of yours around my dick. What should I do with him after I've
finished fucking his face?"
"Send him back to his room. It's easier for the other guys to find him
there," answered Collin. "Good luck. Oh, yeah. Don't worry about any
teeth. This cocksucker is really good and knows what he's doing, right
faggot?"
"Yes Collin. You are absolutely correct," replied the Man of Steel as he
obediently rose to his feet and followed the Irish stud out of the room.
As he walked passed the Swedish hunk who had brought him to the room, the
urine soaked Superhero winked; pointed at Gunnar's crotch and said "That's
mine tomorrow. You promised."
"Get the fuck out of here," came the reply as 24 year old star reporter for
the Daily Planet watched his favorite cumdump leave the room.
As the Man of Steel dutifully trailed several feet behind the swaggering
Irish hunk, the disheveled Kryptonian heartthrob asked in a hesitating
voice, "Ah, er, ah, where are we going Michael?"
"We're going to clean you up and then feed you some dick," replied the dark
haired hunk without breaking his stride or even looking back at the Man of
Steel.
"But my room has a shower, and it's the other way," Superman offered.
"I know. I know. Your room is a bit to public. My dick, as you will soon
discover, is nothing to be ashamed off. As a matter of fact I'm always
getting my share of stares at the beach and at the gym. But I'm not some
kind of exhibitionist. Oh, don't worry. I'll be feeding you dick in front
of the others soon enough. But for my first encounter with those pretty
lips of yours, I'd like a little bit of privacy."
"Ah, yes. Here we are." Michael announced as he stopped in front of an
elevator. "You and I are gonna stop by the lab. I understand that you
used to spend a lot of time down their with Dr. Reinhardt and his
colleagues when you first joined Lex's organization. There's a nice large
shower down there where we can clean that piss off of you. I understand
you had your very first enema in that shower. Is that right? asked
Michael.
"Yes," groaned Superman as he instantly remembered being bent over in that
very shower with a Kryptonite-lubed hose inserted in his rectum while a
seemingly endless stream of water was pumped into his intestines.
"Don't worry, Superman," said Michael when he noticed the troubled look on
the Man of Steel's face, "I'm not interested in sticking anything in this
end," continued the Irish-American stud as he grabbed a hold of the
Kryptonian hunk's right ass cheek. "This is what I intend to plug
tonight," said the smiling dark-haired male as he shoved the index finger
of his free hand into Superman's unresisting mouth.
"Thanks, I appreciate that," replied the visibly relieved son of Krypton
when the smiling hunk removed his finger from Superman's mouth. "I'll do a
really good job sucking you off tonight."
"I know you will. I know you will," said Michael. "Now get in the
elevator, my little princess. There's cock to suck !" exclaimed Luthor's
new employee as he pushed Superman forward, propelling him into the
elevator. "Push the down button, faggot. Make yourself useful."
Less than three minutes later Superman and his newest overseer were
standing in front of the large shower enclosure where Luthor's emotionless
chief physician has mockingly lectured the Man of Steel on the importance
of keeping "this nice asspussy of yours clean and ready for action" as he
rubbed Green Kryptonite tinged anal lube onto Superman's sphincter in order
to allow for the insertion of the enema tube.
"This will do perfectly," said Michael as he checked out his Kryptonian
prey and the large shower. "Now, strip! But do it slowly. I want to see
exactly what it is that women find so attractive about a faggot like you. "
As the Man of Steel started to remove his trademark outfit, Michael barked
out "Face me. I don't want to look at your ass. I want you to look your
man in the face as you get naked for him."
The Man of Steel began his slow act of disrobing by unfastening his cape
and dropping onto the floor of shower before gripping the bottom edge of
his torso-clinging shirt and slowly raising it upwards. As the rock hard
abdomen of Superman gradually came into view, slowly followed by the finely
sculptured pectoral slabs of the Man of Steel, Michael caught his breath.
He had never seen such a perfectly chiseled and physically flawless body in
his entire life. "He has the body of a god," thought Michael as he felt
his cock begin to stiffen.
"You can toss your outfit off to the side," said Michael once the upper
torso of the magnificent Kryptonian was totally bare. "Take those boots
off next," continued the Irish hunk. "I want to save the best for last."
"Whatever you saw, Michael," replied Superman as he picked up his cape and
shirt; pitched them outside of the shower; sat on the floor of the shower
and obediently began to remove his boots. Once they had joined his cape
and shirt, Luthor's docile whore slowly rose and once again faced the man
who would soon be using him as a cumdump.
"The belt's next," said the increasingly aroused dark haired hunk as he
stared at the jointure of the Man of Steel's muscular legs.
"Yes sir," came the immediate response from the inwardly puzzled Man of
Steel. Over the past six years of service to the Luthor organization as
their submissive in-house cocksucker, the handsome son of Krypton had grown
quite used to be stripped; ordered to strip; or simply marched around naked
in front of Luthor's men and some of his preferred business clients prior
to being ordered to his knees and fed cock. Although he had seen many of
these men glance at his crotch and genitals, no one had quite stared at
them with the intensity of Michael O'Bannion.
Subconsciously running the tip of his tongue across his upper lip, the
handsome Irish stud, his eyes still locked onto the bulge a few inches
below the Kryptonian's bellybutton, intoned "Now I want you to slowly peel
off your trunks and tights at the same time."
This time the increasingly confused Superhero did not respond verbally to
Michael's order. He simply inserted his thumbs into underneath the tops of
his trunks and tights and began to lower them.
"Stop!" snapped the thirty year old hunk, shifting his gaze from Superman's
groin area to the Man of Steel's face. "I want you to go really slow, and
I want you to slowly gyrate the lower part of your body as you're doing it.
Pretend you're one of those gay go-go boys you like to suck off. Give me a
little show. Do a good job, and I might work up an extra-large load for
you."
Immediately responding to the commanding tones that now emanated from the
dark-haired hunk, the Man of Steel began to deliberately move his lower
body in a circle, punctuated from time to time by a subtle groin thrust
forward, as the gentle pressure from his thumbs pushed his trunks and
tights lower and lower.
"Very good. Maybe we can hire you out as a dancer at a gay bar," chuckled
the beaming Irish-American male as he reverted his eyes to Superman's
nether regions and excitedly awaited the grand unveiling of the
Kryptonian's cock. "Think of that. You up there on stage; wiggling your
little ass in front of a bunch of horny faggots who can't wait to drag you
into the back room and feed you dick all night. Would you like that,
Superman?" asked aroused Irish hunk as he watched more and more of the Man
of Steel's incredible body come into view. "Think of all the jizz you
could swallow," said Michael as a gripped his own fully erect cock and
untangled from the underwear trap in which it had ensnared itself.
"Yes I would, Michael," answered Supeman as he continued the lewd
striptease he was performing for the six foot three inch tall stud.
"I bet you would. Maybe Gunnar and I can take ...," responded Michael,
never finish the sentence as his eyes caught the first wisps of Kryptonian
pubic hair begin to emerge from their trunks and tights prison. Soon the
entire top of Superman's generous bush came into view along with the top of
the base of the Superhero's cock. "This is awesome!" thought the lusting
Irish male. "It's almost out." A few gyrations later the thick lower
third of Superman's semi-erect phallus escaped from confinement as the
rapidly breathing Irish-American hunk's hand began to grope his own crotch.
"Go, baby! Go! Dance for your daddy!" barked Michael as he exhorted the
Man of Steel onwards. "You're almost there, faggot. Do it; baby. Do it!"
Conditioned to respond to any kind of praise from Luthor's men, the Man of
Steel broke into a smile and rapidly thrust his groin forwards multiple
times towards the intense male who eyes seemed to be devouring the Man of
Steel. Soon the only part of Superman's magnificent cock which was not in
view was its head which was held down by the edge of the Man of Steel's red
trunks. That situation only lasted a few more seconds. With two more
twists of the hips and a downward shove by both thumbs, the whole
Kryptonian sex organ sprang into view.
"We have dick!" exclaimed Michael and he clapped his hands and laughed.
"Very good Superman. Now, if you can suck dick as well as you can dance,
we'll be in business" continued the Irish hunk as he finally got an
unobstructed view of the Man of Steel's fully erect penis. The turgid
organ which swayed from the groin of the hot-looking Kyrptonian male was
something to behold. There was a majesty about it which caused the
Irish-American hunk to hold his breath. The cock was absolutely flawless
and it was perfectly proportioned to the formidable body of its owner.
"Now that's a cock," thought Michael as he looked over the imposing body of
the totally nude Man of Steel. "And he's got a nice set of balls too,"
thought Michael as he gazed at the hefty scrotum which hung beneath the
Kryptonian hard on. "This is gonna be a lot of fun; but I better not screw
it up."
"Okay faggot. It's my turn. Get your little ass over here and take these
clothes off," ordered Michael . "I understand it really turns you on to
undress a real man before you suck him off."
"But, don't I need to shower first?" asked the confused Man of Steel,
remembering Michael's earlier expression of disgust to Gunnar and Collin
about the thought of being blown by a piss covered cocksucker.
"You need to do exactly what I tell you to do, faggot, when I tell you to
do it," snapped the Irish-American male as a dark scowl spread across his
face.
"I just thought you'd want me to wash up before I came near you. I still
have Jerzy's dried piss on me," replied the visibly upset Man of Steel. "I
don't want to get your clothes dirty."
"That's very considerate of you, Superman. For a second there I thought
you were getting defiant ..."
"No, Never! I'll do whatever you want," interjected the Man of Steel as he
frantically tried to win some kind of approval from the handsome Irish
hunk. "Where shall I start?" he asked.
"Why don't you start with my shirt," suggested the dominating hunk as he
tried to suppress a grin brought on by the Man of Steel's clumsy efforts to
get back in his good graces.
Respectfully slipping his fingertips underneath the bottom of Michael's
shirt, the apprehensive Superhero began to slowly raise the garment and
expose the flesh of the man he would soon be servicing.
"This guy is definitely in shape," marveled the Man of Steel to himself as
he caught his first glimpse of naked male flesh. While the sides of his
newest overseer's abdomen were smooth, the center of the Irish stud's firm
stomach, starting right at the navel was covered with a nice growth of
luxuriant, dark hair. This forest of adult male body hair continued
upwards, dense in the center, but thinning as the rich carpet spread
outwards and reached his ribs. As more and more of the hot Irish male's
body came into view, the Man of Steel could see that the hair forest had
undergone a massive growth spurt, overrunning the hunk's muscular,
well-formed pecs; and exploding upwards over his collar bone, until it came
to an abrupt stop at the bottom of the handsome stud's neck.
As he lifted Michael's shirt even higher, Superman's attention was drawn to
the thick, masculine neck of this hot looking man. As the top of the
stud's neck was totally exposed and the baseline of his jaw came into view,
the classic permanent five o'clock shadow caused by the Irish hunk's dense
beard came into view. As few seconds later, after a hair mussing final
tug, the entire upper torso of the real male Superman would soon be sucking
off, came into view.
"You can toss that shirt into the middle of the room," said Michael as he
watched the Man of Steel's eyes sweep over his bare upper torso.
"Go ahead; you can touch me," said the hunky Irish stud in a voice that
definitely carried the tone of an order. "I saw you staring at my chest.
You can check it out. I know that you're dying to do it. Go ahead," he
said firmly.
The ever eager to please Man of Steel gingerly extended his arms and began
to run his finger tips through the dark forest that grew atop O'Bannion's
firm pectoral hills.
"Why don't you try a taste?" asked the dark haired hunk as he reached his
right hand around behind Superman's head, and dragged the Man of Steel's
face forward until his lips were mashed against the Irish hunk's hairy left
teat. "Suck on that tit, fag boy. Get a taste of a real man. Come on
baby. Let me feel those lips and that tongue of yours."
As he felt the Superhero begin to suckle his hardening nipple, the Irish
stud smiled broadly. "This is going just great." he thought as he gripped
both of his hands on Superman's head and moved the nipple nursing hunk's
head over to his right breast. "Don't forget this one, my little fairy
friend. If you think they taste good, wait `til you get your tongue
wrapped around my dick!" he said laughingly as he allowed the obedient
chest slobbering Man of Steel to nurse away for close to a minute.
"Okay, buddy. It's time to complete the unveiling," exclaimed Michael as
he placed his hands on the Superhunk's shoulder's and began to press
downward. Obediently, but reluctantly stopping his oral adoration of the
hairy stud's chest, the Luthor organization's champion cocksucker, par
excellence, rapidly assumed the classic position of a lowly cocksucker -- on
his knees; his back straight; and his eyes anxiously looking upwards,
waiting for a sign from a superior male that the cocksucker could begin to
defile his mouth on another man's cock.
"It's a bit early for that Superman. Don't worry; you'll be chowing down
on my dick soon enough. All that you're going to do right now is to
complete the unveiling.
You can start with my shoes and socks and then proceed to the jeans. See
how fast you can take them off. Leave the underwear `til last. I'll let
you know when you can take them off.
For the first time since he began his new life as a suck slave for Lex
Luthor and his henchmen, the Man of Steel employed his amazing superpowers
to assist in undressing the hot, hairy, Irish stud. Michael watched in
utter amazement as his shoes and socks were removed within a few seconds
along with his tight denim jeans. In less than five seconds, the tall
thirty year old stud had been stripped down to his underwear. Only a thin
cotton barrier separated Superman from the organ that would soon
temporarily satiate his perpetual craving for a warm load of sperm-laden
jizz.
Even though Michael had witnessed Superman's shameless and degrading act of
submission to Jerzy Pilsudski earlier that day, the hairy chested Irish
stud was still fascinated by the look of hunger and reverential expectation
on the Man of Steel's face as Superman knelt transfixed in front of his
underwear-covered genitalia.
"See something ya like, Superman?" Michael asked as he triumphantly placed
his hands on his hips.
"Yes. Yes I do!" replied the Man of Steel as he activated his x-ray vision
and carefully examined the thick reproductive organ nestled in the center
of its dark pubic forest.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" ask the Irish-American hunk. "Take a
look at it. You know you want too."
"I am. I am. I can see it. It's beautiful" said the mesmerized Superhero
forgetting that he was examining Michael's meat through the fabric.
"Ah, man; that's cheating!" laughed Michael. "Shut those fucking eyes off,
and take off my god damn underwear," he commanded. "Looks like Gunnar
isn't the only guy around here who going to have to invest in some lead
lined shorts," chuckled the hairy Irish stud as he reached over; seized
Superman's hands; and hooked them into the waistband of his shorts. "Take
them down!"
The obedient cock-craving Superhero smiled; looked upwards into the face of
the hot stud who towered over him; lewdly licked his lips; and began to tug
the garment downwards. Moments later the hot looking specimen of
Irish-American manhood stood fully naked and semi-erect before the Luthor
organization's kneeling male whore.
After letting the Man of Steel feast his eyes on his firm, hairy body, the
proud Irish hunk grabbed his own cock, shook it in Superman's face, and
announced "this is for later. Right now we have to clean you up. Get up!
Up! You heard me. The key word in that sentence is `up' Stand up,
cocksucker. You ain't blowing me until we get that dried piss off of you."
A short while later the Man of Steel was in the large shower stall, covered
in lather, and scrubbing the last traces of Jerzy's urine from his
magnificent body.
While the hot looking Kryptonian hunk was in the process of rinsing the
shampoo out of his hair, he suddenly became aware of the presence of a
second person inside the shower stall with him. A moment later that second
person began to touch him.
"What the hell are you doing?" shouted the startled Man of Steel as it
dawned on him that the naked Irish-American hunk had entered the shower;
picked up a bar of soap; and begun to gently rub it across the back of
Superman's shoulders.
Stung by the tone of Superman's reaction, the dark haired hunk slammed the
bar of soap back into its dish and exploded in anger. "If you ever
challenge my authority, or question my actions again, I'll drag your fairy
ass before Lex himself!" Michael growled angrily as he turned the soaking
wet Kryptonian hunk around; put his hand around Superman's throat; shoved
the Man of Steel backwards and glared. "Do I make myself clear, Superman?
Is that what I have to do?" demanded Michael as he shoved his face right
up into that of the clearly distressed Man of Steel.
"Noooooo, please don't do that" wailed Superman, his mind filled with
horrific memories of the night of his final breaking when he had been
brutally fist-fucked by Wu.
At that horrible moment six years ago the Man of Steel had come to the
realization that his very existence depended upon complete and
unquestioning submission to the demands of Lex Luthor and his men. And
now, six years later, he was foolishly put it all at risk by questioning
the authority of one of his overseers.
"Please! Please! I'll do anything you want; anything," sobbed the Man of
Steel as he fell to his knees before Michael; wrapped his arms around the
thirty year old's legs and begged "Please give me another chance; please.
I won't do it again. Whatever you want ... Just do it. Please ..." he
continued as his voice trailed off to an inaudible whisper.
The wet, hairy stud just stood their under the shower and stared down
silently at the sobbing Superhero for several minutes as Superman continued
to grovel at his feet and beg for forgiveness. After what seemed to be an
eternity to the distraught Man of Steel, Michael finally spoke. "I'm going
to give you one more chance, Superman. But that is it. No more acts of
defiance; not more acts of disobedience. I've let you slide several times
today. I've overlooked acts of disobedience by you that no one else in
this organization would tolerate. I have been more than fair to you. But
I have reached the end of my rope. I have run out of patience. . You are
now on notice -- one more act of brazen disrespect, and I go to Lex."
"I, I, I won't do it again," said the red-eyed Man of Steel as he looked up
at Michael. "I'll ..."
"Shush," interrupted Michael as me put his finger to his mouth. "No more
talking. We'll start all over again. Just stand up; rinse off; get out of
the shower; and dry yourself."
"I won't disobey ..."replied Superman before he was cut off once again by
Michael.
"No more talking. Just do what I say," said the Irish-American stud as he
extended a hand to the Man of Steel and gently led him off of his
knees. "Now, get that soap off of you and then towel off," continued the
dark haired, handsome hunk as he stepped out from under the shower, grabbed
a towel and began dry himself.
It was a very apprehensive Man of Steel who quickly rinsed off, shut off
the shower, and began to obediently rub a large bath towel all over his
body. Even though he was deeply distressed at having been so severely
chastised by his new overseer, Superman couldn't take his eyes of the Irish
stud as he dried himself off. The Kryptonian hunk paid particular
attention to the seemingly inordinate amount of time that hairy chested
hunk spent drying his crotch area. The cock-craving Man of Steel was
almost transfixed as he watched Michael's slightly turgid cock bounce
around in response to the thorough toweling it was getting. As the proud
organ flopped around, the Superhero felt his own penis begin to stir.
Superman's cock-induced trance was abruptly ended by the booming voice of
the Irish-American hunk who had been carefully watching the Man of Steel's
reaction to seeing his hot, muscular body. "The sooner you get over here
the sooner you'll be able suck on this," said Michael in a forgiving tone,
totally amused at the attention Superman was paying to his cock. "Come on
baby. Get over here."
Encouraged by the new tone in Michael's voice, and determined to do
whatever it took to get even the slightest sign of approval from him, the
Man of Steel tossed aside his towel and moved forward. A few steps later
the Luthor organization's prized cocksucker was standing in front the man
he was anxious to fellate. Fixing his eyes on the organ he was determined
to service with all of his skill, the Man of Steel awaited his newest
master's next command.
Seeing where the Man of Steel was focused, Michael said "Not yet, Superman.
I said before that we were going to start over. I mean to begin where we
left off in the shower. So let's get started. Turn around. I want your
back to me."
After silently resolving to avoid displeasing the hot looking thirty year
old male again, the disappointed Man of Steel immediately obeyed. A few
seconds later the Man of Steel once again felt Michael's right hand begin
to softly massage his shoulders; only this time there was no bar of soap.
A second or two later Michael's left hand joined the fray and slowly moved
across the full length of Superman's shoulders and upwards onto the back of
his neck. Soon Michael was sliding his hands effortlessly across the
magnificent shoulder musculature of the Kryptonian hunk while his fingers
gently kneaded the formidable shoulder muscles of the virtually
indestructible Man of Steel.
After Michael's fingertips had massaged Superman's powerful neck muscles
for close to ten minutes, the Irish-American stud finally began to detect
the first signs of relaxation from the Man of Steel, as some of Superman's
nervous tension began to dissipate. Bringing his mouth up to the handsome
Kryptonian hunk's ear, the Irish male quietly whispered, "See, this isn't
so terrible is it? It feels kind of good, doesn't it Superman?
"Yes it does," replied Superman as he realized that obeying Lex's newest,
though somewhat unorthodox, henchman was making Michael happy. The Man of
Steel was also beginning to actually enjoy the skilled Irish-American's
deliberate exploration of his muscles. No one had ever explored his body
in this sensual way. It actually felt good, and all he had to do to please
this newest master was to acquiesce to it.
As Michael felt the tension leaving Superman's body, the emboldened hunk
expanded the scope of his exploration of the Superhero by slowly moving his
hands up and over the Man of Steel's shoulders and then gradually extending
them downwards across the Kryptonian hunk's stunning pectoral slabs.
Coming into contact with the formidable Superhero's nipples, Michael's
massage evolved into a kind of caress as he playfully teased each man teat
with his thumbs causing them to harden while eliciting a low groan from the
increasingly turned-on Man of Steel.
"It feels good to obey me, doesn't it?" observed the Irish-American thirty
year old as he increased his pectoral and nipple manipulations in response
to the Man of Steel's groan.
"Oh, yes. Yes it does. This feels so good. It's so different ..." he said
as he continued to yield to Michael's stimulating fingers.
"You like surrendering your body to me, don't you, Superman?" asked Michael
as me moved his left hand from Superman's chest and allowed it to slide in
an arc downwards over the Man of Steel's rib cage and across his waist
until it came to a stop on the underside of the left cheek of the
Kryptonian hunk's firm buttocks.
"Yessssssss," answered the Man of Steel as the continuing stimulation of
his right breast and nipple was joined by a tender caress of his buttocks.
"You have a very nice ass, Superman," said Michael as his left hand filled
itself with the firm flesh of the Kryptonian's butt cheek and squeezed. "A
really nice ass."
As Michael's left hand released its grip of Superman's butt cheek and began
to explore the entire surface area of the Superhero's flawless buttocks,
the Irish-American's right hand began a slow descent downward from the Man
of Steel's pecs across Superman's firm stomach, lingering along the way to
more thoroughly examine the various male flesh features of the Kryptonian
landscape across which it was traveling.
While Michael's two hands were leisurely exploring the Man of Steel's
magnificent body, Superman felt the Irish hunk's nose nuzzle under his left
ear. A few seconds later the Superhero's left ear lobe was gently snagged
by Michael's teeth. Before the increasingly stimulated hunk could fully
comprehend what was happening to him, Superman felt a warm male tongue
begin to invade his ear. A low groan of pleasure immediately escaped from
the Man of Steel.
The sensations of pleasure Superman was getting from the probing tongue
were soon joined by the familiar feeling of a rigid male organ wedging
itself in between the two splendid globes of Superman's ass. Upon the
detection of the hard cock, the cum-addicted pleasure centers of the Man of
Steel's brain began to kick in, secure in the knowledge that where there
was a hard on there was also semen. The groans emanating from Luthor's
suck whore grew louder as he continued to fall deeper and deeper into the
sensual embrace of the dominating thirty year old.
A broad smile broke across Michael's face as he felt the superhuman object
of his desire succumb to the sensual assault he was launching against the
Man of Steel. "This is going a lot better than I expected," mused Michael
silently to himself as he removed his left hand from Superman's thoroughly
explored buttocks and had it join his right hand which had just finished
probing the Man of Steel's navel.
The lusting Irish-American stud increased the intensity of his lingual
invasion of Superman's ear; wedged the length of his cock firmly inside of
the valley between the Man of Steel's butt cheeks; pressed his muscular,
hairy chest up against the Superhero's back; and started both of his hands
on an excruciatingly slow journey southwards towards his final objective --
Superman's rigid, alabaster cock, and his hefty set of balls.
Overcome by sensations of pleasure and tenderness never before experienced
by the Man of Steel, Luthor's cockslave twisted, squirmed and moaned as the
lusting Irishman took complete control of his body. This was a totally new
form of sensual pleasure for the Man of Steel and it was one that he was in
no position to resist.
Meanwhile in the nether region below Superman's navel, Michael's right hand
had taken the lead in following the Man of Steel's treasure trail south
towards the dark Kryptonian forest which surrounded the flawless obelisk of
superhuman maleness. Not to be upstaged by its counterpart, Michael's left
hand took a circuitous route around the dark pubic jungle; skirted across
Superman's left thigh and reached the twin sperm production centers safely
nestled in their roomy scrotumnal sanctuary.
A low "aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," escaped from the Man of Steel's lips as he
felt his pendulous nuts being lifted ever so slightly by his new overseer's
hand. That first "aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh" was followed by a second and louder
one as Michael's right hand finally achieved its long sought objective --
the thick base of the fully erect Kryptonian cock.
The instant his finger tips reached the base of the extraordinary hunks's
stiff reproductive organ, Michael opened his hand and swiftly encircled and
captured this long sought after prize.
"Yessssss" hissed the lusting Irish-American stud as he closed his hand
around the mighty Kryptonian rod of masculinity and felt its heat and
firmness. Michael had often fantasized about this moment, but never in his
wildest dreams had he thought that he would actually be able to pull off
this incredible coup. The adamantine cock of the world's only Superhero,
the cock he had yearned to touch for years, was now completely at his
disposal. And there was nothing that the nefarious Lex could do, and
nothing that the submissive Superman would do, to stop the dark haired hunk
from manipulating that magnificent piece of male plumbing until it gave up
its load of pure, exquisite, unadulterated, sperm-laden semen.
By this time the Man of Steel had totally ceded control over his body to
the determined Irish hunk. Superman's eyes were half closed; his mouth was
open; his breathing was becoming quick and shallow; and intermittent moans
were forming in his throat. The Kryptonian stud's hands, acting as if they
had a will of their own, worked their way over Michael's arms and closed in
on the firm ass of the stud who was giving the Man of Steel such pleasure.
Once in contact with the Irish-American's firm buttocks, Superman's mighty
hands began to exert the slightest of pressure against Michael's cheeks; a
combination of massage and gentle force which nudged the hot thirty year
old hunk forward and wedged even more of the underside of his erection in
between the Man of Steel's cheeks.
As Michael's cock-gripping fist began its first journey upwards along the
Man of Steel's flawless organ, the Irish-American hunk was in such a state
of lust that it didn't even register in his mind that the Man of Steel's
act of caressing of Michael's ass was unilateral and without permission.
Feeling his own cock getting squeezed in between Superman's cheeks only
increased his arousal and encouraged him onward in his exploration of the
completely rigid Kryptonian boner.
Midway in his right hand's slow upward exploration of the Man of Steel's
straining cock, Michael's fingers detected a familiar dampness. The horny
stud from Kyrpton was leaking pre-cum! Without even thinking about it,
Michael's left hand immediately abandoned its exploration of Superman's
hefty nut sack and swiftly zeroed in on the source of the liquid -- the
gaping urethra at the very top of the harder-than-steel Kryptonian cock.
Swiping his index finger across the shimmering surface of the fluid filled
lake, Michael snagged a large dollop of the sticky lubricating fluid and
immediately plunged the pre-cum anointed finger into his mouth where it was
greedily enveloped by the Irish-American's tongue.
A loud groan immediately escaped from the thirty year old hunk as he
savored his first taste of this forbidden nectar. Blinded by a craving to
taste more of the rare and precious honey, and oblivious to the risk of
being discovered by the Man of Steel, Michael's finger made four more rapid
trips to the leaking monolithic male pillar in order to scoop up and devour
as much of the Superhero's preejaculatory penile secretions as possible.
Driven to new heights of wantonness by his first taste of the studly
Superhero, the Irish hunk abandoned his plan to work his hand slowly
upwards along the hard alabaster shaft, and instead began to vigorously
masturbate the Man of Steel while simultaneously sliding his hard
Irish-American cock in between the crevice of Superman's perfectly
sculptured ass.
Lost in his own state of bliss, the Man of Steel was completely oblivious
to Michael's pre-cum, feeding frenzy. Not used to having his body so
skillfully explored and manipulated, Michael's hand's visit to his leaking
cock didn't even register on Superman. The only thing Superman knew was
that the skilled Irish hunk was giving him sensations of pleasure which he
had never experienced before.
While Luthor's lusting henchman's right hand was determinedly stroking
Superman's turgid tower of flesh, Michael's other hand was rapidly
exploring the entire surface area of the Man of Steel's beautiful body,
from his pendulous testicles; across his firm stomach; around his erect
nipples; over his powerful pectoral slabs, around his neck; across his
face; and deep into his thick head of hair. Michael's hand even glided
over the lips of the Man of Steel, pausing occasionally to thrust a finger
inside of the mouth of the Superhero, where it was dutifully serviced by
the skilled mouth and lips of the Luthor organization's prize cocksucker.
"You like this baby, don't ya?" hissed the hairy chested thirty year old
stud as he humped, fondled, licked and masturbated the Luthor
organization's whore. "Daddy's making his little boy feel good isn't he,
Superman?" whispered the horny male as his hand continued to forcefully
stroke the Man of Steel's engorged organ.
"Yesssssssssssss," groaned the panting Superhero as he began fucking
Michael's hand in a counter thrusting pattern to the Irish-American's
strokes.
"Are you almost ready to shot a nice big load for daddy?" asked the panting
henchman as he felt the formidable Kryptonian cock stab desperately in and
out of his clenching hand.
"Oh, yes, daddy, yesssssss" came the almost incoherent reply from the
fist-humping Superhero. "I'm almost there. This feels so fucking
goooooooood!"
"Then do it baby, do it!" gasped the hot Irish stud as his left hand joined
his right in forming a double handed fuck sleeve for the rutting stud from
Krypton.
Two minutes later the frantically humping body of the Man of Steel
convulsed and shook as it was wracked by a tremendous orgasmic explosion as
Superhero went over the edge and began ejaculating long streams of gooey
mansauce from his mighty reproductive rod.
At the first sign of Superman's orgasm, the lust-crazed Irish-American stud
took his left hand off of the Man of Steel's cock and placed it directly in
front of the cum-spewing organ, just in time to catch the full force of the
second seminal blast as it shot out from the erupting super cock.. After
the second and third blasts of semen had plastered the palm of his hand,
the handsome thirty year old Irish stud snatched it away and plopped the
whole gooey mass of Kryptonian cum right in his mouth. As the Irish hunk's
taste buds were transmitting the flavor of the Man of Steel's jizz to
Michael's brain, Michael's hand had already returned phallic cannon in time
to capture the fifth and final of Superman's voluminous seminal discharges.
This load of sperm rich Kryptonian mansauce was also rapidly deposited into
the mouth of Lex's newest henchmen.
Determined to capture as much of the precious seminal fluid as possible,
the skilled dark haired stud began to milk the Man of Steel's slowly
deflating clock with his right hand, starting at the hair enshrouded base
of the proud organ. After a half dozen or so slow controlled squeezes the
seemingly cum-obsessed henchmen had extracted every last drop of Kryptonian
semen from the hefty organ. These last droplets also were captured by
Michael's left hand and quickly transported up to his waiting tongue.
Sucked into a state of pure bliss by a vortex of extreme pleasure, the
Luthor organization's pet cocksucker was completely unaware of the
mind-bogging act of cum swallowing that was being done by the hot male who
had just jerked him off. For a henchman of Lex Luthor to eat Superman's
cum was simply beyond comprehension. It was unfathomable. It violated the
most fundamental rules of the Luthor organization.
While the serenely oblivious Man of Steel basked in the afterglow of the
orgasm, the eager tongue of his disloyal masturbator was busily scouring
Michael's hand in a frantic effort to capture every last trace of the
Kryptonian semen in which it had bathed. Once he was satisfied that all of
the priceless fluid had been removed from his hand and transferred into his
mouth, the beaming Irish-American hunk slid his ready to explode cock from
where it was nestled in between Superman's ass cheeks; released his grip on
the splendid reproductive organ he had just milked, and whispered into
Superman's ear, "I told you that you would like surrendering your body to
me, didn't I? Aren't you sorry that you gave me such a raft of shit
before?
"Yes," came the soft reply from the blissful Superhero.
"Did you like what just happened, Superman?" Michael asked as he began to
turn the powerful body of the Man of Steel around to face him.
"Oh, yes. It was incredible" came the reply.
"Would you like me to do that again some time?" asked the Irish hunk as he
gripped the chin of the Man of Steel and intensely looked into his eyes.
"Yes" replied Superman as he looked with awe to the eyes of the male who
had just given him so much pleasure.
"And are we going to tell anyone about this, ever?"
"No, never," vowed the Man of Steel as it dawned on him that telling
someone might jeopardize his chances of ever experiencing that again.
"And why aren't we going to tell anyone?"
"Because you told me not to tell."
"Very good, Superman," replied Michael, as he brought his hand up to
Superman's face and gently stroked it..
"I will always take care of you, along with your very special needs,"
continued the forceful stud in very reassuring tones. "Like for instance
...." Michael continued as he broke off contact with Superman's eyes and
stared downwards towards his own stiff cock.
"All right!" replied the Man of Steel as a broad smile swept across his
face. Rapidly dropping to his knees, the eager to please, cock slut of the
Luthor organization gripped the base of the aching for release cock; opened
his mouth; and swallowed Michael's entire dick in one astonishingly fast
move.
"Oh, fuck! Damn it! Shit!" yelled the Irish stud as his cock instantly
ejaculated the moment it plunged into the Man of Steel's dick-clenching
throat. "Aaaaaaaah, fuck! Damn, I couldn't hold off," he panted as his
thick Irish fuckpump hosed Superman's throat with its rich, gooey load.
Grabbing the Man of Steel's head to steady himself, the lust-driven thirty
year just held on as load after load of the fluid Superman craved shot out
of his cock and hurled down the throat of the cocksucking Superhero.
Surprised at the speed at which Michael had erupted, and disappointed that
he hadn't been given the opportunity to fully demonstrate his extraordinary
cocksucking skills for his new overseer, the Man of Steel nevertheless
greedily swallowed every drop of the Irish stud's precious reproductive
fluid. As Superman wrapped his lips tightly around the base of the
Irishman's thick cock and extracted the last droplets of his man juice,
this last son of Krypton silently vowed to give this hairy stud the best
blowjob he'd ever received the next time the Man of Steel was allowed the
privilege of sucking him off.
After he had totally cleaned the last vestiges of semen from Michael's
cock, the Man of Steel reluctantly released the organ; sat back on his
haunches; and gazed upwards across the splendid body of the hairy hunk who
stood god-like over him. Catching the Irish stud's eye, the grateful Man
of Steel bent forward; reverently kissed Michael's cock on the head; and
whispered "thank you."